"So... so hungry..."
For some reason, after Hao Jian nodded and he swallowed that bowl of medicinal soup, he felt his stomach was empty within five minutes.
"It's just right, I've prepared the food, let your wife come down, and we'll eat together."
Hao Jian shrugged his shoulders, then turned around to bring over the porridge that was cooking.
"Whew!"
But just as Hao Jian set down the porridge, Tang Jian suddenly stood up, handing over the bank card in his hand to Hao Jian without hesitation, with an apologetic tone, "Doctor Hao, I'm really sorry, I doubted your capability."
"And thank you for your generosity, letting my wife and child be safe. This card is for you, Doctor, and also proof of my foolishness. I hope you won't hold my mistake against me."
